The incessant drilling noise up the street has me thinking about what it might be like to live in the Middle East amidst the noise of war and death. My local noise, although loud and constant for much of the work day, is part of a project to repair a pipe line and put in a new sidewalk at the church. The specific drilling has to do with minimizing a bolder so it can be carted away. A rather mundane project under the auspices of a religious institution. No warring factions, no killing involved. Nothing more than an auditory annoyance and inconvenience.

If it was up to me, I would leave it there. Something that big from so long ago might help remind us how insignificant we are in the large scheme of things. Also, could be the anchor for a really nice rock garden!